Did you know wedding ring shots can be one of the most time consuming parts of the “getting ready” portion of photos? 💍 Most people don’t realize it can take a bit of time to set the rings up... this particular shot was super simple and fast, but some of the more complicated ring shots are quite the balancing act and require a steady hand and slow breathing. Lol— personally I end up holding my breath most of the time. 😂
Something happened when Emerson was born... my capacity to love increased tenfold— Not just for our baby girl, but for my best friend and partner in life. Happy first Father’s Day, John. You are my favorite person and an absolute amazing daddy to our daughter. I have loved watching your own capacity to love increase too. ❤️
Something John and I talk often about, is the deep desire I have to not be misunderstood. Honestly, to a fault, I struggle when I think people may misinterpret my heart, my actions, or my intentions. I’ll often sit and think about an interaction with someone over and over and wonder whether my true self was reflected, or whether they walked away with an accurate impression of who I am. This might sound silly, but my entire life it’s stuck with me when I felt like someone misunderstood my intentions or felt I was malicious when I wasn’t, etc. • I say all of this to say: I can’t even begin to fathom what it would be like to live in this tension every day. To know that your actions, your intelligence, your true self are constantly being called into question solely based on the color of your skin. To live in a country with educational, financial, and legal systems that are literally built on a misrepresentation of who you are. Systems that belittle, undermine, and silence your voice. • They say there are many lanes to this movement... I have found that my lane is listening, learning, and growing. Growing my own understanding so that I might be less ignorant, but also growing in courage to speak up against racism I might witness. Although I, as a white woman, might have been misunderstood from time to time throughout my life... my privilege always ensured I was never misunderstood on a systematic level. I never had to prove my value as a human. I never had to fear for my life. • Feeling misunderstood is something we can all empathize with as human beings, but feeling hatred purely for the color of my skin is something I don’t claim to understand. I’m listening, I’m learning, and I won’t be silent when I come across ignorance and hate.